Beverly Hills 90210: The Lost Episode - "The 90210 Kids Go To New York"

The Walsh siblings, Brandon and Brenda, played by Jason Priestley and Shannen Doherty, hit the NY nightlife with their loyal friend Steve, played by Ian Ziering, and Dylan, portrayed by Luke Perry. After a night of heavy drinking they hit the subways to head back to their respective overnight hotels. Dylan leaves the friends and suggests to Brandon that he gets Steve home in one piece, since he seems like he's in the worst shape. As they're walking in to the subway station, Steve begin to sober up, and Brandon begins to feel the alcohol's effects and begins acting more irritable and belligerent. Here is an excerpt from the script from the subway car scene:

CUT IN: INT. NYC SUBWAY CAR - NIGHT

THE SUBWAY CAR IS PACKED WITH PEOPLE, FROM THE NEW YORK CITY NIGHLIFE.
STEVE IS HOLDING ON TO THE CENTER POLE WITH HIS LEFT HAND. BRANDON IS TOTTERING AND HOLDING ON TO THE POLE WITH ALTERNATING HANDS, OBVIOUSLY INTOXICATED, WHILE BRENDA IS IN BETWEEN THE BOTH OF THEM. STEVE REACHES OUT OCCASIONALLY WITH HIS RIGHT HAND TO GRAB BRENDA'S ELBOW TO STEADY HER IN THE MOVING TRAIN WHILE SHE REACHES INTO HER PURSE FOR SOME GUM.

BRANDON: (IN DRUNKEN SLUR) I'm taking you home, man.

STEVE (AMUSED, WITH SLIGHT CHUCKLE): Brandon, I'm fine. I'm gonna take you to your train station.

BRENDA: Yeah, Brandon. We'll take you. (TO STEVE) Do you want some gum?

BRANDON (RAISING VOICE TO STEVE): What are you laughing at?

STEVE LOOKS UP AND WHEN HIS EYES MAKE CONTACT WITH BRANDON, BRANDON THROWS A QUICK JAB TO STEVE'S FACE, HITTING HIM IN THE MOUTH. STEVE REELS BACK, SHOCKED, WITH BLOOD ON HIS LIP. THE ENTIRE SUBWAY CAR IS STARING AT THE TRIO.

BRENDA: (SCREAMING AT BRANDON) What are you doing?! Calm down!

STEVE LOOKS SHOCKED, BUT DOESN'T PREPARE TO FIGHT BACK. HE INSTEAD LOOKS AT THE ONCOMING GAZES OF THE PASSENGERS, REALIZING THAT THIS COULD BECOME CHAOTIC IF INSTIGATED. BRANDON DRUNKENLY STAGGERS BACK, LETTING GO OF THE POLE AND SLAMMING HIS BACK AGAINST THE SUBWAY CAR WALL.

This Friday night, I was Ian Ziering. And I got punched in my mouth from a very drunken friend. And I do not regret not punching him back, but will wonder how awkward this will be for the both of us next time I see him sober.

The Big KL's IM Of The Day

This came up as a result of the below post:

********: Though I must admit I do think about Prison most of the time
********: Where else can you get three hots and a cot, and steady stream of cigarettes...

I should be more careful of who reads this Blog...

To Sing Or Not To Sing

I'm not sure when I started adopting Karaoke as a hobby. Definitely after college, when I was settling back into New York, and finding affordable things to do that didn't take too much of a toll on my aging body became a necessity. Tonight (it's only Wednesday night?!), I once again fell into the trap of "nothing-to-do-but-too-early-to-go-home," and ended up in a new place to sing in claustrophobic rooms with non-stick wipe clean furniture. This den of sing, aptly titled Sing Sing, can be found behind a darkened, tape-stained glass wall on Ave. A at ground level, not to be confused with the newer, cleaner, more modern, upper level Sing Sing on St. Marks (not that I frequent both on a regular basis). If you ever dare to venture in to the Ave. A Sing Sing, take the time to read and be aware of the following:

• When it feels like you've stepped in something, it's the floors, not your shoes. From the doorway to the restroom, the floor is coated with what must be a sticky, 3M slip-resistant surface, most likely for the safety of their patrons.
• "Sound proof rooms" don't account for the ventilation system which connects the rooms to each other, where it sounds like there's a party in the ventilation shaft... a party you weren't invited to.
  
• Watch out for small animals living in their songbooks. In our case, a roach crawled out from between the pages when we opened the book. I imagine different books have different animals, depending on what language the book is in.
• Wash your hands after touching the books. Like the floors, the pages of the books are also treated with a sticky, slip-resistant surface, most likely for the safety of the animals that live in them, so they don't accidentally fall out and hurt themselves.

On the bright side, this place is a buck cheaper per hour than any of the cleaner, surrounding Karaoke places. And they have a full bar!

Bone Lick Park

Do a search for "Bone Lick Park" on the Internet, and you'll find info for a state park in Kentucky, called "Big Bone Lick" (or "Big BL," no relation to "Big KL"). Do a search for Bone Lick Park in the West Village on a hot summer night, and you'll be wading downtown in 100% humidity for a half hour, coated in sweat, trying to figure out where Greenwich Street ends and where Greenwich Avenue begins. When you do eventually find it, on the opposite corner of St. Vincent's hospital on Greenwich Ave and 7th Ave, you'll be... unimpressed. It's in a dineresque setting, complete with high stools, round tables, and a bar serving draft beer. Sit down and look for one item on the menu: The Texas Beef Rib Sandwich. This place is known for their real wood grill, and you can taste it in the meat. This is how I suspect they make this sandwich: They took some beef ribs and lather it in BBQ sauce. It's slow cooked in a genuine hickory wood grill, and an open faced sesame seed bun is placed right under it. The juices drip down into the bread, and the meat cooks until it falls off the bone right onto the bun. Put it on a plate with some pickles and coleslaw, and you've got an instant menu must-have.

You stab at the meat with your fork, and it flakes apart. I wanted a second sandwich immediately after I ate the first in record time - it's that good. Rarely do I have a meal as unforgettable as this (for what I can remember). Take a look for this place if you're ever lost in the West Village, and let me know if you disagree.

And here's the map... you'll need it!

One Year Already

This little guy turned a year old this past weekend. His parents threw him a baby-filled monkey themed birthday party in Battery Park, where I received my second shade of tan this summer. He's a happy tyke, with a greater social life than yours truly. He's been to more places in his lifetime than I have all year. (Considering his lifetime is equal to all of my past year, that's not too shabby.) Born in the year of the monkey, his mom cleverly created a larger-than-life monkey cake. This delicious triple layered, cream-filled primate took the majority of the evening before to put together by mom and aunties, and as you can see, they weren't monkeying around. (Sorry, but you should have seen that one coming.) The birthday boy was due for his naptime by early afternoon, and slept through the ride home, but much fun was had by all nevertheless.

Happy Birthday little guy, and may your many birthdays to come be filled with equally large cakes...

The Big KL's IM of The Day

And this occurred while I was sober...

************: i wanted to be she-ra
************: i still want to be she-ra!

I Remember Hearing That Drinking Affects Memory...

Things that I've learned today that I've forgotten about from last night:

• I bought rounds for more people than I thought
• I threw into the tab every twenty dollar bill in my wallet
• I promised my wife my Metrocard
• My plans for tonight
• My wife's plans for tonight
  
• Eating food

I should take more notes when I'm drinking....

Hangover (just a bit)

Whoa... a bit of a headache this morning. I believe it was due to my little friend, Bacardi 151. I highly recommend that you try this out in shot form just once in your life, even though most definitions of this potent rum advise "consuming the rum by itself- 'straight', is highly discouraged." (Just don't do more than three at a time.) Someone I was speaking with Monday night suggested that Tang has the magic ability to negate all the alcoholic flavor from 151, which would be extremely dangerous, since the taste is discouraging enough to warrant no more than one shot at a time.

My apologies to the owners of Biny last night for the multiple broken glasses.

Fully Caffeinated

I haven't had a cup of coffee since Sunday. I drink coffee every day. Except this week. And there was extra sugar in this one. I'm trying to avoid drinking it every day, cause I don't want to be one of those junkies who get headaches if they skip a day. And I think I was doing pretty well... Caffeine wouldn't affect me at all, usually. Drink coffee, take a nap. But today... the coffee was right there. Behind the counter. In an urn. Just put it in a patterened paper cup, please. And slowly hand it to me, and I'll give you this lavishly illustrated canvas of green ink and an important man in exchange. What a bargain. Now my leg can't stop shaking. I forgot to request "One sugar." Ouch.

And I brought in these "pineapple buns" from Chinatown to a couple of co-workers this morning, from the same place that served me the coffee. My company loves these pineapple buns. My mom says they're made with a whole lot of pork fat, which is how they stay soft and good. And they don't ever offer nutritional information on one of these things. And they don't taste like pineapples.

Wow, that was a sweet coffee.

The Big KL's IM Of The Day

Wow, today's came early. I advise you to first read the post below this one, so todays' IM Of The Day makes more sense...

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******: the bathroom is going to smell like an aquarium
**********: I just want it out of me
******: jump up and down

All I Could Have Ate

Mission successful: This evening, I estimate that I ate $34.80 worth of sushi for my $19.99 sushi buffet. My all day training session up to this event consisted of 20 ounce bottles of water for breakfast, and a sensible beef patty with cheese for lunch. The idea is not to starve yourself to the point that you lose your hunger, but to keep enough in your stomach so that it stays expanded and wanting more. Positive thinking (sushi is good for you and you can't have too much of it), proper attire (elastic waistband, or if you don't want unsightly elastic marks, drawstring pants), and a frosty beverage to help it all go down (a 22 oz. Sapporo to filter out all that damn water I drank during the day) are the things you need to effectively conquer any Asian buffet.

The Big KL's IM of the Day

I IM (Instant Message) a lot. I sit at a desk in a loft office and I have a mild case of ADD. I need distractions to do my job right. If I concentrate too hard, my head hurts. So every weekday, I'll pull a noteworthy IM I receive and post it here, anonymously, so no one (including me) gets hurt.

The BIG KL's IM of the Day: ******: Imagine if I was sleeping in his house then I wake up and he's standing there watching me while rubbing his belly?

The Big KL's Social Tip of the Day

I'm prepping myself for a night of all-you-can-eat sushi and beer. I realized last night that I get drunk much much faster if I exert myself to the point that any liquid entering my body will be sopped up like a sponge in a desert. So instead of having a Gatorade from a two hour, sweat inducing, man grappling, cheek-to-floor martial arts class, I had a Korean beer. Wow, was that a good idea. So I'm contemplating running from the Holland Tunnel to 72nd Street after work to see how quickly I can absorb some Saporros afterwards.

The Big KL's Social Tip of the Day: Work out before drinking beer. And if you're worried about calories, drink Lite Beer.

I'm Blogging Too!

Well, finally decided to jump on the blog bandwagon. I think I've got enough on my mind to put it into writing by now. Let's see if I keep up with this as much as I keep up my drinking habit... wish me luck! (With the blog, not the drinking habit.)